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!AS what you cookin' up?
Yeah we on a heist, getting stacks on stacks, bad bitches on our side
Ain't no lookin' back, money flowin' like a river
We stayin' on track, we the cash king, ain't nobody
Cash kings and diamond ring, yeah, that's our thing
Hittin' licks, makin' flips, watch us bling
Bad bitches by our side on a mission they sing
We on top, ain't no stop, we the real fucking kings
Fuck the law, we breaking rules, we the renegades
Running through the city, dodging cops like charades
Hustling hard, playing smart, we getting paid
On top of the game, ain't nobody gonna fade
Diamonds on our neck, fuck the rest
We flexing, counting racks, making stacks in the zone
We repping, no competition, we the definition of perfection
Cash, king and bad bitches, that's the fucking connection
Famous now, got the crowd going wild
Big dreams, big stacks, I flex
Bathe in success, feeling blessed
Uh yeah, damn this life got me feeling so cold
Chasing paper, fuck it, that's the only goal
Clouds of smoke drowning my sorrow away
But the pain still lingers, can't keep it at bay
Rolling through the street, diamonds on my wrist
Fuck it, I'm a king, don't give a shit about the risk
Money flowing like a river but my heart still empty
Fuck this fake ass friends they ain't got nothing for me
Yeah Im living fast ain't got no time to waste
Fuck these haters they can't keep up with my pace
Cash, clouds and curses that's my fucking life
But I'll keep shining ain't no end in sight
Cash kings and diamond ring, yeah, that's our thing
Hittin' licks, makin' flips, watch us bling
Bad bitches by our side on a mission they sing
We on top, ain't no stop, we the real fucking kings
Fuck the law, we breaking rules, we the renegades
Running through the city, dodging cops like charades
Hustling hard, playing smart, we getting paid
On top of the game, ain't nobody gonna fade
Diamonds on our neck, fuck the rest
We flexing, counting racks, making stacks in the zone
We repping, no competition, we the definition of perfection
Cash, king and bad bitches, that's the fucking connection
Famous now, got the crowd going wild
Big dreams, big stacks, I flex
Bathe in success, feeling blessed
Uh yeah, damn this life got me feeling so cold
Chasing paper, fuck it, that's the only goal
Clouds of smoke drowning my sorrow away
But the pain still lingers, can't keep it at bay
Rolling through the street, diamonds on my wrist
Fuck it, I'm a king, don't give a shit about the risk
Money flowing like a river but my heart still empty
Fuck this fake ass friends they ain't got nothing for me
!AS on the track



Авторы: Anton Stertman, Noel Gustav Jonas Lärksäter



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